Help! Help, Lord
For the godly cease to be
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men
Everybody speaks idle words with smooth-talking, flattering lips and a double heart
May the Lord cut off all truth-perverting, flattering lips and the tongue that speaks with pride
The tongue that speaks with pride
For this is what they say…

“With the words we speak we’ll conquer
With our tongue and our lips, the weapons of our choice
There’s no God over us”
It’s a war of words
And our enemies think they will win

“For the oppression of the poor, now I will arise,” says the Lord
“For the groaning of the needy, now I will arise, says the Lord
“I will give my salvation to whosoever yearns for it in his heart”
The words of the Lord are pure words
Not the lying wicked words of men

The words of the Lord are pure words
Purified pure as silver that’s purified seven times
You will keep them, You’ll preserve them for all time
Now and forever

The wicked prowl on every side when evil is exalted among the sons of men